Tuesday, December 24, 2019
Last minute hectic.
Sophie is awake at six and making it quite clear she needs to go out. There are some things in life that simply can't wait. On our tour of the village it's deathly quiet. The tikes have been despatched to their grandparents in St.Etienne. The man with anger management issues has also headed off. The young couple who have been living in the flat above the town hall have decided to get married and are moving out. I know this because the young man has rented a white van to move their belongings. ' It's not my van. I'm just renting it to shift our furniture ' he tells me with great solemnity while carrying a microwave oven. He repeats this to make sure I've understood. I wish him a Merry Christmas, a Happy New Year and all the best for the future.
Off with Sophie to the covered market.We park in the multi-storey with the spaces that are too close together. It's difficult to get the drivers door opened wide enough to get out. Angus informs no one in particular that the architect who designed the car park must have been a contortionist. This dispensing of wisdom is another sign I've become my father. In the back of the car Angus finds the cards and presents that he should have posted two (maybe three) weeks ago. Angus puts this forgetfulness down to 'recuperation'. We make a detour to the Post Office but it doesn't open until mid morning.
The freshly made Buche de Noel are flying off the bakers shelf. They will all be gone by 11.00. Peak shopping day.
Sophie sniffs the hyacinths at the florists but is much more taken with some pate en croute at the traiteurs.
This mornings wet weather has done nothing for the family divas coat.
Not many Gaelic Christmas carols, perhaps because Hogmanay was always more of a Scots thing. However, here is something seasonal in Gaelic : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0SV9XqbYVp4
We briefly think of heading off en famille to this hotel in Paris with Sophie ( the Place des Vosges is just across the road for all those canine necessities ) but decide it's better to be empty nesters at home :